She was soaring on wings as light as gossamer, gliding through the warm air currents, feeling them brush along her body as gentle as a child’s sigh in sleep. Flying, she was free, with only the blue sky above her and the sinuous green river below beckoning like a song. Come down to drink your fill, play with us here on the shore. Darting downward, she landed gently, without really touching. At rest now on the rock, she was at peace. Opening her eyes, she felt the glow of freedom still.
Sometimes her chemo dreams were really good.
This one is for my sister, Jan. The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods. Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.
© Erin Leary